ben black
26-11-2009, 02:44 PM
OK - I haven't mentioned this on here but it is something that I have had in my head for 30 years now. I'll explain what it is and you can draw your own conclusions.
When I was 5, my younger brother ( who was 3 then), my mum and me lived in a small bungalow on a small estate that backed onto an active airbase. We were in the corner plot with high hedgrows to the side and back.
On occassion, my aunt would come over to visit, bringing my cousin who is 6 months younger. On this particular day, they came to visit. It was towards the end of summer, warm and my cousin and me were on the small patch of lawn at the front of the house. At some point in the playing, me and my cousin had an arguement and I hit him. His crying brought my mum and aunt out and I was sent to my mums bedroom with a smacked arse. ( everything to this point is fact - what follows is the cloudy part)
While in the bedroom ( on the ground floor looking out to the front), I was stood watching my cousin playing with my toys when all of a sudden, some kind of craft swooped down in a U manouvre, bottoming at about 2 meters above my cousins head and pulled up and shot back up, narrowly missing the hedgerows. My cousin screamed and covered his head with his hands, dropping to his knees. I ran into the living room shouting that a plane just missed Chris. My mum and aunt ran outside and he was laid on the ground crying. My mum asked me again what happened and I said a plane had just missed him. She asked him and he said something nearly got him. Everyone went back inside and nothing more was said about it to me or my cousin.
I still see this whole episode clear as day. As we lived next to the raf base, I was used to seeing harriers, sea-king helicopters and those red and white training jets. The thing I "saw" was none of these. It was shaped like a flattened oval, fat part being the front, no wings, shiny silver, like chrome, with a very large windscreen. There was 1 pilot and 5 others all with clip boards - 2 directly behind the pilot and 3 in a row behind them. They were all in orange flight suits and white helmets. The craft was almost silent apart from a quiet whistling sound that then became a quiet "windrush" as it pulled up from the swoop.
As I say - I see this absolutely clearly.
I tried to write this off as a dream for a few reasons. First, the manouvre would be impossible. Second, I doubt that I would have any chance of seeing inside any craft - nevermind for long enough to know how many "people" were in it, what they wore, how the seats were arranged and that they had clipboards.
On several occassions, I have asked my cousin if he remembers this. He says he remembers something just missing his head but, as he had his back to it during the swoop, he didn't see it. He just felt it and has no idea how big it was or anything.
My mum remembers the incident but says we were just playing. She said she cannot remember me saying a plane had just missed Chris, but she remembers me asking her on a few occassions afterwards if she remembers the plane incident.
I guess this was a dream I may have had when I was sent to her bedroom immediately after hitting my cousin.
I just cannot help thinking, 30 years on, that it was something more. I have no other dreams that have stuck with me.
When I was 5, my younger brother ( who was 3 then), my mum and me lived in a small bungalow on a small estate that backed onto an active airbase. We were in the corner plot with high hedgrows to the side and back.
On occassion, my aunt would come over to visit, bringing my cousin who is 6 months younger. On this particular day, they came to visit. It was towards the end of summer, warm and my cousin and me were on the small patch of lawn at the front of the house. At some point in the playing, me and my cousin had an arguement and I hit him. His crying brought my mum and aunt out and I was sent to my mums bedroom with a smacked arse. ( everything to this point is fact - what follows is the cloudy part)
While in the bedroom ( on the ground floor looking out to the front), I was stood watching my cousin playing with my toys when all of a sudden, some kind of craft swooped down in a U manouvre, bottoming at about 2 meters above my cousins head and pulled up and shot back up, narrowly missing the hedgerows. My cousin screamed and covered his head with his hands, dropping to his knees. I ran into the living room shouting that a plane just missed Chris. My mum and aunt ran outside and he was laid on the ground crying. My mum asked me again what happened and I said a plane had just missed him. She asked him and he said something nearly got him. Everyone went back inside and nothing more was said about it to me or my cousin.
I still see this whole episode clear as day. As we lived next to the raf base, I was used to seeing harriers, sea-king helicopters and those red and white training jets. The thing I "saw" was none of these. It was shaped like a flattened oval, fat part being the front, no wings, shiny silver, like chrome, with a very large windscreen. There was 1 pilot and 5 others all with clip boards - 2 directly behind the pilot and 3 in a row behind them. They were all in orange flight suits and white helmets. The craft was almost silent apart from a quiet whistling sound that then became a quiet "windrush" as it pulled up from the swoop.
As I say - I see this absolutely clearly.
I tried to write this off as a dream for a few reasons. First, the manouvre would be impossible. Second, I doubt that I would have any chance of seeing inside any craft - nevermind for long enough to know how many "people" were in it, what they wore, how the seats were arranged and that they had clipboards.
On several occassions, I have asked my cousin if he remembers this. He says he remembers something just missing his head but, as he had his back to it during the swoop, he didn't see it. He just felt it and has no idea how big it was or anything.
My mum remembers the incident but says we were just playing. She said she cannot remember me saying a plane had just missed Chris, but she remembers me asking her on a few occassions afterwards if she remembers the plane incident.
I guess this was a dream I may have had when I was sent to her bedroom immediately after hitting my cousin.
I just cannot help thinking, 30 years on, that it was something more. I have no other dreams that have stuck with me.